I have been running my newest slave through the rigors of belonging to me. He's starting to understand that he's no longer human to me. He's just a responsive punching bag filled with emotions that he best keep to himself. That is, if he knows what's good for him.

I have my putrid little pet strung up, he openly displays his misery which somehow soothes me. I almost wish that I could frame his agony and hang it on my bedroom wall, something that could always bring a smile to my lips. I have just finished off his pathetic little penis. Now I'm going to focus on his hind quarters wit... Show more